"Yep. 'N' I found Rod's ring, and marmer 'n' sis raised a most awful row 'bout my takin' the reward. They said it wasn't gentlemanly of me, bein' a friend and relation, to take it. Still they did let Rod give me two ten spots. But I didn't get marmer any present out of that, you bet!"
"What ring was it?"
While Prudence was talking she opened her bag and selected from its contents a leather strap.
Leander was so absorbed in watching her, and in wondering what she would do, that he did not hear her question.
He already began to have faith that she would be equal to any emergency,—that is, as nearly equal as anything feminine could be.
"What ring did you find?" she repeated.
As she spoke, she took a pair of white gloves from the bag, and extended them to the boy.
"Please hold them," she said. His little brown fingers closed over the gloves.
"Why," he answered, "that red stone, you know, with the head cut into it."
"Oh!"